Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 366 The Sword Intent of Starry Sky Returns! Refining the Heart in the Mortal World, A Fleeting Moment

Li Zhexian staggered back several steps, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

Hallucination?
But why did the gaze of that white-robed youth make him feel a strange palpitation and...familiarity?
He couldn't explain it clearly.

I just felt a touch deep inside my heart.

The white-clad boy in the puddle was a world apart from his weathered appearance.

Li Zhexian stood there stunned for a long time.

The night breeze brought a biting chill.

That's how he was pulled out of that strange daze.

He bent down.

The small wooden sword was retrieved from the puddle.

The instant his fingertips touched the damp wood grain...

The east is white.

The first rays of dawn pierced the darkness before sunrise.

The reflection shone on the wooden sword, which was still damp with water droplets.

Li Zhexian subconsciously turned his wrist slightly.

The wooden sword scooped up a spoonful of light in the morning glow.

Miraculously, that pure and warm ray of morning light seemed to have truly been "encased" on the sword.

Condensed but not dispersed.

It even faintly emitted a clear and melodious chirping sound.

hum-

A tremor that only he could perceive traveled from the wooden sword to his palm, and then straight to his heart.

at the same time.

The residual energy and essence of the stars he had sensed earlier resonated mysteriously with the warm and vibrant morning light emanating from the sword.

One originates from beyond the heavens, pure, aloof, and solitary.

One is born into the world, vibrant and warm.

These two distinct "lights" intertwined and merged perfectly through the sword in his hand, transforming into a faint yet clear "intention".

It is no longer merely the power of distant stars.

Instead, they take root in this mortal world.

Yet it offers a completely new understanding that transcends the mundane.

Li Zhexian was blessed with good fortune.

They pointed to the blade of the sword, which gleamed with light.

Swipe forward.

A sword light, as bright as starlight, flashed and disappeared.

Several feet away.

A centipede crawling on the stone wall suddenly froze, then silently broke in two.

The fracture surface is smooth and has a faint shimmering light.

Li Zhexian stared blankly at his palm, then at the severed worm.

He still couldn't remember who he was.

But that long-lost sense of reality.

It was from that newly born sword intent.

A quiet return.

The next morning, the thin fog had not yet dissipated.

Li Zhexian walked up to the storyteller and the soul master who were packing their belongings, and cupped his hands in greeting:

"Sir, I'll take my leave here."

The storyteller paused.

The Soul Master also looked surprised.

"Thank you, sir, for allowing me to experience the ups and downs of life and hear the stories of others during these days."

Li Zhexian gazed into the distance, his eyes becoming clearer.

"I have heard all the books I have read; now it is my turn to travel the world."

The storyteller stared at him.

He met countless people throughout his life.

Lord Jianjiu was the bright moon he had to look up to.

And Li Chen before us...

I had no memory of our first meeting, yet she was like a pearl covered in dust, possessing an inner radiance.

But for the past two months or so.

He watched almost as the young man was tainted by worldly affairs, becoming more worldly and sophisticated than many wandering swordsmen.

Its speed was extraordinary, far beyond that of ordinary people.

Just like...

An overly clean sheet of white paper is more easily soaked by any color.

But at the moment.

He felt that something about the boy had changed.

He couldn't explain exactly what it was.

But deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a sense of calm that he hadn't had yesterday.

The storyteller put the scroll in his hand into his bag.

"Go ahead, buddy."

"only……"

"Don't lose yourself in the process of searching for your own story."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhexian felt a sudden tremor in his heart.

He bowed again to the storyteller and the Soul Master, then turned and strode into the distance, stepping through the morning dew.

The storyteller watched the boy's retreating figure until he disappeared into the depths of the mist before letting out a soft sigh.

The Soul Master couldn't help but ask:

"Why are you sighing, sir?"

The storyteller unfolded his folding fan, waving it away the morning mist ahead. "This journey is long and arduous; may you first see yourself, and then see the world."

The fan is drawn away as people travel far.

Only the lingering sound echoed in the valley.

Li Zhexian ventured alone into the mortal realm.

At first, he was sincere and always wanted to help those in need.

He helped up an old man who had fallen by the roadside, distributed dry food to starving people in remote areas, and even stood up for a singing girl who had been bullied.

He did many small acts of kindness, and every word of thanks made him feel that he was touching this warm world.

However, the world is like a vast ocean, with turbulent waves.

He soon discovered...

Countless joys and sorrows unfold every day:

The baby's first cry upon birth and the old man's silent passing in his dilapidated house on West Street occurred almost simultaneously.
The festive suona music and lanterns of the wedding procession in the southern part of the city could not drown out the heart-wrenching cries of families torn apart and their loved ones killed coming from the northern alley.

Good and evil, joy and sorrow, life and death, washed over him relentlessly and intensely.

He gradually felt a sense of powerlessness.

Saving this person today may lead to another tragedy elsewhere tomorrow, like trying to scoop up the ocean with bare hands.

then.

It is unclear when exactly, but Li Zhexian stopped.

He stopped interfering.

Instead, they became mere spectators.

He stood at the head of the bridge.

Watch as the wedding procession passed by joyfully.

He stood at the end of the alley.

They watched as their enemies hacked the entire family to death with knives.

New life, death, union, separation... all of these are reflected only in his eyes, but can no longer stir the waves in his heart.

slowly.

His figure began to blur.

Time seemed to flow faster through him.

While others felt that the autumn wind had not yet turned bleak, he already felt the biting chill of winter approaching.

Observing with detached indifference, I walked among the people, unaware of the years that had passed.

Until one snowy night.

He saw a child weeping for a sparrow that had frozen to death.

The sound of crying made his heart pound.

"What the hell am I doing?"

Why have I become so numb? So...inhuman?

He suddenly woke up with a start.

A chill ran through me from the bottom of my heart.

"If even emotions are lost, how can one retrieve those warm memories?"

"If one has no further understanding of the human world, how can one comprehend the ultimate path?"

He remembered the storyteller's final words of advice—don't lose yourself in the story.

Only then did he understand.

What he almost lost was his "heart" as a human being.

From that day on, he reached out his hand again.

He was no longer seeking a certain result or meaning.

He did it simply because of his "heart".

He helped push the carts of a caravan traveling in the snow.

They chopped firewood for impoverished farmers to get through the winter.

They even expend their soul power to warm a frozen homeless person.

Strange to say.

When he no longer insists on "observing" or "intervening".

Simply act and feel according to your own heart.

That long-unseen soul power, like a thawing spring stream, began to flow gently, becoming increasingly profound.

One day is a year.

Learn and grow through every small act of kindness.

Li Zhexian's power has quietly returned in a solid way.

Divine Realm Square.

"The power of time and space, a fleeting moment in time."

The God of Destruction turned his head to look at Ji Dong and said in a deep voice:

"Evil, you have transgressed."

"Ok?"

Ji Dong frowned.

"When did I overstep my bounds?"

"I am the Evil God King, who left behind a sacred site in the mortal realm. This young man, Li Zhexian, is blessed with good fortune and happens to have stepped into it. What does it have to do with me?"

The God of Destruction slowly said:
"Wasn't it you who intentionally arranged those human joys and sorrows so that Li Zhexian could gain enlightenment?"

"Destruction, even if you are the god of law enforcement, you cannot falsely accuse a god-king."

Ji Dong asked the Asura God:

"Shura, you are also a god of law enforcement. Have I overstepped my bounds?"

The Asura God said indifferently:

"No."

"Destruction, since you care so much about gods interfering in human affairs, why don't you question the sea god?"

"He directly guided the successor to the divine position, which had been lost in the mortal world."

(End of this chapter)